No code… no future…  

Terminal glow, brain on fire  
Primitive hands can’t climb higher  
Lines of code, weaponized  
Caveman lost, digitized  

Stone to screen — evolution  
Write the code — revolution  

If you can’t code — you’re a caveman  
If you can’t code — you’re a caveman  
Digital storm — break the chain  
Caveman lost — in the rain  

Echo… error… system… crash…  

Binary speaks, ancient mute  
Future sharp, past is brute  
Syntax cuts, logic reigns  
Caveman stuck in old chains  

Stone to screen — evolution  
Write the code — revolution  

If you can’t code — you’re a caveman  
If you can’t code — you’re a caveman  
Digital storm — break the chain  
Caveman lost — in the rain  

Code… or cave…  
Code… or cave…  

No code, no future

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

No code, no future

Terminalose